The empty palace, the few candles, even the patrolling guards, will avoid this place.

However, on this silent night, a visitor took advantage of the darkness to visit the place.

"You're here?" The young figure played with a scepter, sat on a throne that was a little too wide for him, and looked at the door with interest, his broken golden eyes still emitting a faint light even in the dark night.

"I'm coming." The black shadow, not tall, with a head of fangs and claws, was alone, silently stepping into the door.

"You shouldn't have come." The young figure sat in a different position, half leaning on the side of the throne, and the jewel-encrusted ring knocked on the side of the throne again and again, as if knocking on the heart of the comer, "At the very least, you should bring your loyal servant, Mahad, with you, right?" ”

"But I'm still here," the young figure stepped into the candlelight, the heavy thousand-year-old building blocks hung quietly on his chest, and a pair of crimson eyes were full of resolute fortitude, "The king needs not be afraid, and should never be afraid of any existence!" ”

"Well said!" The young figure applauded this, and then said with some amusement, "It's just that you're still afraid!" You know, I was going to wait all night in vain, but it's a pity! You're here after all. ”

"No, I'm not here out of fear." The young pharaoh shook his head, and then confidently extended his invitation to the figure on the throne.

"Amun, my brother, who is a noble descendant of the god Ra, I know that you are a wise man who is ahead of time, and that you are far wiser than I am, but I want you to help me for our father's sake! I promise to share the throne and everything with you, even—"

"Poof, even after you die, I'll succeed you directly, right? Do you want to laugh at me so you can inherit my legacy? ”

Amon was almost amused by Atum's words, but he didn't expect this master to have such a big heart, and he actually came to see him with the idea of subduing himself.

"Why? Don't.... Are you still not satisfied with my offer? Atum was stunned when he heard Amon's words, and a trace of confusion flashed in his crimson eyes.

(Why would Amon disagree?) But in the history books of the royal family, the pharaoh recruited sages, at most, isn't it like this? There has never been a record of failure! What's more, I even relaxed the conditions so much..... ）

"If you're not satisfied with my terms, so be it! As long as you are willing to help me, when you are an adult, I remember that you are eight years old this year, that is, in six years, how about I pass the throne to you? ”

Atum thought that Amon was not satisfied with the conditions, thinking that his father had also survived more than sixty years before dying, and he might be able to live longer than Amon, so he widened the conditions, thinking that this time he would definitely succeed.

"You think I care about the throne? The throne of a dynasty of a backward slave society? Hehe, what do I care about as a dignified traverser? ”

"Forget it, you don't understand. Well, although I'm not uninterested in the throne, but if I want to be a subordinate and a courtier, I will forgive me for not being sensitive. ”

"Forget it, don't talk about it, let's get down to business! God of the Heart, Immortal Bird, turn on the light! ”

Amon looked at Atum with a confident face a little speechless, and knocked on the floor with a thousand-year-old tin staff, and on both sides of the giant metal plate behind the throne, a firebird full of fire feathers flew out of a medium-sized gold plate, dragging a gorgeous tail feather (Atum's perspective).

After the firebird flew around the various candlesticks of the palace, it was rejoined into the gold plate, and the whole palace suddenly became brightly lit.